first light | d. malfoy

04

Draco Malfoy was never one to turn away a challenge. In fact, he craved challenges; he loved the sense of accomplishment that washed over him when he achieved his goal. Perhaps this was just Draco's personality. Or perhaps it was the doing of his parents, more specifically his father, and their incessantly high expectations.

From a young age, Draco was taught that his one sole purpose in life was to serve the Dark Lord, an idea that was implemented into his mind by none other than his father, the most devoted follower of the Great Lord.

At first, Draco resisted. He didn't want to spend his entire life in servitude to some lord he knew nothing about. But, as his life went on, and the punishments for not following his father's orders became more severe, Draco learned to become complacent.

The thought of why Draco was chosen for the final task plagued the boy's mind constantly. He thought that maybe him being in her year, and her house, made him the clear choice. Yet a number of other Death Eaters' children fit into that criteria. He couldn't quite figure it out, and he wouldn't dare ask his father if there were a reason.

Unbeknownst to Draco, and Lilith, for that matter, their souls were intertwined. The two had once shared a special connection during childhood; they did everything together, often bragging about how they were each other's best friend.

Once the Great War started and the Dark Lord was banished from this world, Draco and Lilith's families grew apart. The only thing Draco's family could think of was raising the Dark Lord to power once more, meanwhile Lilith's parents only hoped to keep their daughter safe from the life that would plague Draco as he grew older. In turn, both families erased the memories of their children, hoping to wipe any remnant of their connection. On the surface, the spells worked; both children had no recollection of ever knowing one another.

But the spells were not able to wipe the spiritual connection, which, to the Death Eaters, was seen as an advantage. Already having built a connection with the sacrifice in the past would allow Draco to more easily connect with her once more, and increase the chances of the ritual's success. To the Death Eaters, Draco was the only choice for the task.

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Draco Malfoy

The bottle of firewhiskey is handed to me and I don't hesitate to take a few large gulps of the liquor, hoping to ease my mind. The school year would begin soon, following two days of celebrations for the upcoming year, and the idea of having to complete school work while working on the completion of my task was beginning to weigh down on me.

"So what do you think, Malfoy?" Mattheo's voice catches my attention and I turn my head to look at the boy sitting on my dormitory floor.

"What?"

"You think I can have a go with Lilith before the ritual?" Mattheo smirks and I spot his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, the cocky look making me slightly more frustrated than it should've.

"Do what you want. I don't give a shit about her. I just want to get this over with." Another gulp of firewhiskey.

"In that case, dibs on first go," Theo speaks up, causing Mattheo to groan while Blaise and Enzo roll their eyes.

"Not fair, I'm the one that asked. I should get first pick," Mattheo whines childlishly.

"Fuck off, I called her first." The look Theo got from Mattheo could kill, but the former seemed to not notice at all. Meanwhile, hearing them bicker about touching Lilith caused my hands to clench until the knuckles were white. I feared I was going to crush the neck of the firewhiskey bottle if I clenched it any harder.

Really, I should find the situation funny. How could they think they would ever get the chance to touch her? Touch what is mine? They shouldn't even be allowed to think of her, let alone what they want to do to her.

"Get out," the words leave my mouth before I realize, and silence falls upon the room shortly after. My friends say nothing and instead head for the door one by one, leaving me alone in the dark room. Once the door shuts, I look out the window and towards the Black Lake, light from the moon reflecting off the surface and shining on my face. The only sound in the room was that of the swishing firewhiskey as I twisted the bottle around in my lap.

I began to wonder what Lilith was doing. From what I've heard about her character, she's probably managed to free Pucey despite whatever horrible thing he's done to her. I was unsure of how someone who is so allegedly pure could end up in my house. More specifically, why she, of all Purebloods, was the one who was chosen. Surely she can't be the only pure-hearted Pureblood in existence.

A loud slamming sound, one which can be made by a heavy object falling, suddenly came from the hallway, sounding awfully close to my room. Standing up from my seat on my armchair, I move toward the door, hearing a soft voice cursing through the wooden material. Considering it was the middle of the night, I wondered who could be awake at this hour besides a small handful of people.

I open the door, and my lips curl up into a smile involuntarily. This was too easy.

"Well, well. Can't get enough of me, can you, darling?" Lilith huffs in her spot as she bends over to pick up a large book from the floor. Seeing her bend over, skirt riding up her pretty little ass, sends shivers down my spine. Just as quickly as she bent over, she was standing straight once more, book in her arms.

"Fuck off, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood for this."

"I could think of a few ways to improve your mood," my eyebrows raise slightly in a suggestive manner, causing her eyes to roll.

"I would rather have a hippogriff peck my eyes out, thanks."

"Oh, darling, I love it when you talk dirty to me." She scoffs at my response and shakes her head, but says nothing. Instead, she begins walking through the hallway, presumably to get to her own room. "My door is always open, Einar. For whatever you need."

My words are met with no response, and she slowly disappears from my sight down the dark hallway. I'm left in the doorframe, staring at the spot I last saw her, my mind hounded with thoughts of her, something that has been occurring more frequently as the days go on.